spartan Race

Ok Universe…I’m holding your subsidiary captive until you meet my demands.

  I want a new body pillow. Preferably a Packers one. I want to be able to run 7 miles a day, eat healthy, stop drinking, quit smoking, and lose some damn weight. I’ve already managed the first 4 things in that list on my own…help me the hell out with the weight loss…yea?   Lottery. Lots of it. That. Is. All.   New hips. Mine are already destroyed and I need new ones by the age of 30 anyway. Just do it in my sleep when no one is looking.   A tempur pedic mattress. Or a live in chiropractor. Doesn’t matter. Just pick one of them. ok.   A tattoo designed by Neil Gaiman. By midnight tonight.   A 2nd job that I actually make some money at.   A guitarist so that I can sing some gigs down in the village.   5 new bags.   3 …

Inner lady sparta has officially been reclaimed.

I can’t believe it’s over. That’s what Meghan and I have been walking around the house saying to each other since returning home from Staten Island on Saturday night. It’s over. Damn. Now what? It feels like we’ve been preparing for this race for years and although I know that we really only started training for it 4 months ago it’s become a very important and accepted part of my daily routine. Eat this….it’s Spartan Training. Don’t eat this…Spartan Training. Dunk my head repeatedly in cold bath water…I AM SPARTA! Run to work…Spartan Training.   Don’t dare take the elevator at work…yes, Spartan Training.   No holding on to the poles or rails on the subway….no pin balling off of other straphangers either…this is balance work..and Spartan Training. Run around NYC with a pet rock …Spartan training (and bonding with nature) It seems like every single thing we’ve done for …

Lady Sparta pre-Super Spartan race ramblings.

Saturday September 24th 2011 was one of the most gratifying days of my life. After months of endurance training, mental coercion, and bladder preparation I finally stood at the Spartan Race claimed park grounds waiting anxiously for my heat to start. Meghan (my roommate) and I sported all the necessary tones of teal for an IC awareness geared run and told anyone who asked about our blue hair and clothing just why we chose that color. For those of you who know me you’re well aware that I document everything in excess and also that I love to ramble on about whatever I’m doing at the time because I convince myself that someone, somewhere, actually gives a shit about what I have to say. I don’t know if this is the case but running my life based on my own convincing nature seems to work for me. So…now that we’re all …

Reclaiming my inner lady sparta….

I have been missing a huge pie sized chunk  of my soul for a very long time. Like I’m crawling through a never lifting heavy fog that’s weighing on my chest and unless I can get that pie back in one piece and totally uneaten I’ll never get out…isn’t that a nice opening statement? Sucks you right in like “wow, this female is a totally sad excuse for a decent train wreck” right from the jump. Excellent! That was the goal. So,now that I’ve gotten your attention, let me elaborate a bit. I was an extremely athletic person my entire childhood, all the way up through my teens, and into my medical health downfall stage of my early 20’s. Nothing was too much for me. I was a heavily competitive gymnast from the time I was 3 until I was 14; a horseback rider since I was able to hold …

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